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Bitterness Thy Name Is Fozzie

Watching the TV set in his New York apartment penthouse that his former boss and mentor paid for, the once famous stand up comic sat and drank a bottle of wine and cursed the television throughout the Life time achievement ceremony.

“He would be nothing without me Nothing I tell you, Wokka wokka,” he cried into his merlot.

The phone rang.

He adjusted his ever present large bowtie, picked up his cell, also paid for by KTF , “Wokka wokka.”

“Hey Fozz you watchin da TV show?”, said a voice that sounded like it was full of cookies.

“Yeah yeah, that crook stole all my good material,” the brown matted furred bear said bitterly.

“Me got to go now,” said the voice crunchingly.

“I shoulda made that slimey green toad pay me more for those pictures,” the fromer comedian said as he threw his tattered hat at the screen as his former co-worker and pal accepted his award back in Hollywood.

“I’ll get even with that warted toad if it’s the last thing I ever do,” he said as he loaded his Glock.

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